Le Building, Le Folie

It is an awesome little clip, and it reminds me a great deal of Le Triplettes de Belleville, which some claim is one of the best stoner movies ever made.

But that's not primary to my writing today. I writing to talk about the fantastic level of absurdity this movie captures.

This sort of amazing chaos takes place every day in the backgrounds of our lives. We adapt to it, we laugh about it, sometimes we don't even notice it. It allows us room to joke about serious things, and sometimes it makes us freak out even when everything appears to be going just fine.

We are not defined by our chaos, we are defined by the ways in which we handle it. Do we laugh and remember that the insanity, the zany nature, the folie of the world is what keeps it running, or do we complain and stress and worry about the ways in which we want our lives to be more controlled, more contained, more stale?

I should hope that we remember to smile and shake our heads when our lives turn into a Rube Goldberg machine built out of small disasters, knowing that sometimes we need the miniature catastrophies just so that the big picture of reality can survive another day.